No kidding Tiki Sand. I worked with the same people for 35 years and none of us keep in touch. All the people who I've met in the tiki world are the dearest people to me, like family. So lets meet up one day. Was your tumor a pituitary adenoma? I was diagnosed with that many years ago but it never grew past the microscopic stage. I even stopped the prolactin blood test. I'm always thankful for modern medicine.

Wow GROG you have been through the mill a second time. I just caught up on all your troubles. Eventually this will all be in the past and your be your huggable self again. Take care. Wendy

On 2013-09-29 08:46, danlovestikis wrote:No kidding Tiki Sand. I worked with the same people for 35 years and none of us keep in touch. All the people who I've met in the tiki world are the dearest people to me, like family. So lets meet up one day. Was your tumor a pituitary adenoma? I was diagnosed with that many years ago but it never grew past the microscopic stage. I even stopped the prolactin blood test. I'm always thankful for modern medicine.

Yes, it was an adenoma. I'm hoping it won't grow back. I told my husband if I knew what was going to happen, he'd have to drag me to the hospital. I'm so glad it's over. I'm looking forward to the blood work to help figure out the hormone balance. I will look for you at Don's!
Tiki Sand

Wow GROG you have been through the mill a second time. I just caught up on all your troubles. Eventually this will all be in the past and your be your huggable self again. Take care. Wendy

Tiki Sand, I've never heard of one growing back. They did tell me if I had a persistent headache it was time for another MRI and blood work. I'll pray for your eyesight to return to normal. Your husband would have had to drag you because you had to have this done. God Bless, Wendy
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Hooray for Tiki Sand! Sounds as though you skimmed
through here! Here's praying that no further complications
crop up regarding all this!

Grog, I think you made a mistake, letting them knock you
out for this operation. If you'd been awake when they found
calcification to be the problem, you could have told the
surgeons "Well, just clean the calcification off and sew me
back up," thus saving yourself from a lifetime of taking
anti-rejection drugs.

Grog, no need to be embarrassed about smashing
up your wrist cuff. In high school I had a friend
whose father ran a fairly prosperous company but
always bought the cheapest possible wrist watches;
wind-up in those days, of course. Whenever his
watch stopped working properly, he would simply
sit down on the nearest curb, smash the watch to
pieces on the curb, throw the pieces in the nearest
trash can and go buy another cheap watch.

How about you, Tiki Sand? Still recuperating satisfactorily?
If so, perhaps this is the time to explain your family's old
joke aout feeling "washed up on the beach with sand in
my pouch."

. . . . . . . . . kraken
I had a setback. I have an upper respiratory infection. Recovery is not for sissies! I'm feeling like the scarecrow that lost his stuffing. Ha! Oral surgery scheduled for Oct 15th. My teeth shifted around so I guess this is corrective surgery. I have had two extractions and other adjustments to my teeth in the past year. In retrospect, this was my first sign of trouble with the pituitary gland. At 54, I'm looking at braces. Ugh!

As for the washed up beach story, when my daughter was just a toddler beach-combing with family, she went too close to the water and got swept up by a wave. She came up to me crying and pulling on her one-piece bathing suit at the crotch. With a pout on her lip that would tug at any parent's heart, she proclaimed to have sand in her pouch. I can still remember trying to suppress a laugh at her tender feelings! Since then, any time I feel defeated, I think about the horror of having sand in my pouch and how it feels to be tossed up on the beach.

Lance, many thanks for checking in on me. I hope to make it to Don's at the end of this month.

Tiki Sand, there is just no way NOT to love that
"sand in my pouch" story!

Very sorry to read about your tooth problems,
but your teeth looked so nice in that photo Zach
posted 4 weeks ago that wearing braces for a
while should be well worth it.

Respiratory infections can be nasty devils. Here's
hoping your medical team can clear this up quickly.
If not, the cure for colds that I posted previously in
this thread (top of page 4) works just as well for any
type of respiratory infection.

You bet it does! I first took that to heart when
a friend and I used to drive into San Francisco
about once a month to see a play in downtown
SF. Parking downtown was so expensive that
we used to park near Aquatic Park, which was
free then, and take the cable car to the theatre
district. The parking savings was enough to
pay for the cable car plus our first Irish Coffee
at the nearby Buena Vista Cafe.

But we didn't stop at one Irish Coffee: usually
we had about three. This went on until one
night we couldn't get into the Buena Vista and
had to go to the theatre stone cold sober. As
the cable car crested the first big hill we felt a
strong lurch and crash. Inquiry told us the dip
had long been there; we just didn't feel it after
three Irish Coffees. The texture of the play that
night seemed much more complex than usual,
too.

Since then I don't get sloshed. I just drink
enough to get nicely loosened up. That does
not take a lot because I am especially sensitive
to alcohol--this runs in my family. And when
I recently had to give up drinking altogether
due to some medicines I must take, I didn't
much miss the alcohol. I should add that I pay
little attention to people who get down on me
for no good reason.

These days I drink exotic teas. The flavors are
more subtle and satisfying than any cocktails,
and the people involved are pretty nice.

The blood in Grog's urine sounds worrisome, especially
since the surgery was quite a way away from his urinary
tract. Grog, I'd take that up right away with one or the
other of your physicians. Don't wait for an appointment;
tell someone in the doctor's office by phone.